I eat enough to live and thrive
At least two meals a day
But diet mine consists of food
For which I do not pay
In perishabe swipes that is
My meal plan I still buy
But I’ve been eating at the rot
‘Cause I’m a simple guy
But when I reach the end of week
Eight swipes remain on me
Which isn’t what I want in life
It’s awfully wasteful see
Perhaps I’ll find a better way
In weeks and months which blend
Into the mass of passing time
When I will my swipes spend